About

For most of my childhood, my family was on the move – spending time in England, Australia, New York, Texas, and Arizona. Along the journey, my parents collected treasures and chronicled our adventures on 35 mm film.

Fleeting memories hang delicately from the tree of my life, but these tokens are tangible reminders, like flowers pressed in a book of remembrance. During visits home, I often sift through old journals, photographs, and souvenirs. When I see a picture of myself feeding pigeons in Trafalgar Square, I feel for just a moment as though I’m back in London on an unusually sunny day.  When I trace my fingers over the gumnut-studded pottery on the mantle of my parent’s fireplace, the scent of eucalyptus seems to drip into the air, and for a brief moment, I remember riding horse-back through the Aussie bush.

Fourteen years ago my husband and I welcomed our first child … 3 years later our second.  While tending to my kids, I found a desire to give my children the same kind of gifts my parents gave me – precious memories captured in a physical form. I bought a camera and started documenting both milestones and everyday life. Simple images and intimate moments quickly became my favorite works of encapsulated time.

I find beauty in the ordinary and imperfect; gritty fingernails, mud-stained overalls, joyous faces and carefree dances in and out of rain droplets.  I treasure the dandelions right alongside the roses.  Photojournalistic storytelling is the gift I plan to give my children as they grow.  It is the gift I will give you in your family photo session.

Photographing unscripted energy takes knowledge, talent and patience. I practice these daily in my work and in my home. I am a devoted student and continue to learn every day. No matter how mighty the oak, it never stops growing.